Altar boy Lane wanted Tyga the first time he saw him in his dorm room. Tyga was shyly facing his bed to change clothes, clearly not used to sharing a room. In Lane’s eyes that just made him that much more irresistible. At any rate, it gave him the perfect view of what he wanted… the smaller boy’s pale pink peach of an ass. Lane didn’t even need to see the other boy’s wrinkled knot to imagine what it would feel like to spread it open with his cock. Like most of the gay boys at St. Peter’s, Lane lost his virginity in the confessional when he admitted his interest in men. Lane quickly learned to enjoy being fucked, but he learned a lot more than that. He was also paying close attention and learning how to fuck. The altar boys were not supposed to be fucking each other. Lane was pretty sure that God had made him to be a top, though. Then Tyga moved into his room. So cute. So sweet. Father Snow took Tyga’s virginity in the rectory. After his experience with the priest, Tyga was confused. But his body was… awakened. Father Snow’s arms around him, the man’s beard nuzzling his neck. His hole tingled and dilated with the thought of being fucked again by somebody, another hard cock filling him up with cum. Tyga began noticing the men around him, including his roommate. Lane sensed it and made his move. Taking his young roommate had been every bit as satisfying as he imagined. He became Tyga’s lover. Soon, Lane wanted something more than secretly fucking in their room.
